The forest was usually clean of dangers, but today was different.
White stag sensed a new evil in the oaks to the east. He ran to see.
There was a predator there, a violator whom he had never sensed.
Others were in hiding now; moles, voles, rabbits and chipmunks.
Fall squirrels had stopped gathering acorns. They were in tree nests.
High off the forest floor, trembling, scared into submission.
White stag felt their terror, and it made him determined and upset.
It was a man, worse than a hunter, a predator of the worst sort.
Young girl child was lying on the ground motionless.
Devil human had killed her. He was digging a grave.
White stag rushed him, surprising him in the best way.
The violator fled, leaving the young child behind.
She opened her eyes and stared at White Stag.
She asked for her mommy.
I will take you home, he reassured her.
He did, for he was as magical as creatures ever become.
White stag was her power animal.
After bringing her back to life, would taking her home be a big deal?
Population
Seems to be a constant ratio
New born and deaths
Always keep a balance
Marriage and pregnancy
Triple the populations
New generations emerge
Wars ,disasters ,epidemics, natural causes
Double the diminishing
Deaths occur
What's a hell
Who is guilty
Man is a part of the violator
Because he starts a war
Because he persuades the virus grows
Because he's careless about the natural disasters
And too bad
Some people are still making profit out of them
And life becomes harder and harder
In the end
Man pays an extra debt for his own deeds
Just because of
A fake population balance
A real scandal
To kill and to conquer( wars )
To pursuit freedom of choice of life styles ( selfish and careless )
In the end
Some people just sigh
They can't do anything
Because this Omicron is also just a population balance
Not bringing along my tool
Has me made a fool:
A gross violator of workers’ first rule,
A copyist of the stubborn mule
And one to again lend time to some school…
And here I am, seated, “Very Cool”,
Unrestrainedly gazing at a purplish pool,
Though I’d deserved all but a viewing stool.
Do all birds of a feather sing sweetly together,
Or do they like a pig take a plea deal, then squeal!
Praise God! Mercy's a choice that will not end their voice!
Oh! Is 'stacking the deck' not real sin? What the heck!?
There's no deadly intent to defraud, or conceal?
Lord! The sins of guilty just stink in all weather!
Fools abusing those under them pee on the free!
Think that bundles of cash will float barge (when in charge),
Do your criminal friends give a hoot how s**t ends?
"Glad it's his butt, not mine! Jail's a drab Valentine!"
But if you kiss then tell, concrete boots can get large,
Your next trip out to sea, keeping fish company!
There's no love between thieves; most have knives up their sleeves!
If you choose to embrace spoils of crime, it's your dime!
But it's Russian roulette, to chose judge on a bet
He will save your a** later, a known violator,
Well-known facts are you follow Fred's crime paradigm.
Only one who's insane's sure of what he believes!
Brian Johnston
4th of October 2018
Just experienced the most violent of storms
Moved our barbeque cross our deck, not norm
About three minutes later
The sun shooed this violator
Climate change? A dazzling spectacle performed
A private dick refers to a private investigator
Suggestive if your mind's a status quo violator
Quite innocent most times
Though suggestive I find
But straight as an arrow since my years in jail
Sustained by dense manipulation
corruption rears its ugly head
hiding its identity
behind masks of deceit...
the violator
abuses with
a nameless
coward’s
face.
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Contest: Form ‘N’ ~ Nonet
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
© 24th April 2017
Help me understand all of these convictions,
Ever since I was little all I knew was no food on the table and letters of eviction, I knew no fancy things and hopes and dreams on the television,
I grew up not knowing who to go to express my silly visions,
Don't try to judge if you've never lived a day in all of my afflictions, try to walk a mile in my worn out shoes living in a world of contradictions,
But this is my prediction, the world is a violator of my mental temple trying to fill me up with one too many addictions,
I'm a survivor of the times, I'm against slavery from the depths of racism and ill minded bigotry,
The way I was brought alienated me from all that was good and shoved me to the domain of crazy evil, if I could rewind the clicks of the clock I wouldn't be sitting here today with my mouth taped feeling less of a man.
Driving home in the dark
telegraph poles like a thousand crucifix's line my road.
Winding lanes leading home, but my life going nowhere.
Just a number on a plc payroll.
I'm just waiting to find out what will kill me.
There's no escape victim or violator we all die
slave to commerce.Can you live without it !.
My two up two down world
My body clock ticking down
Was I born or manufactured for some company's gain
A florescent light replaces my sun
and I talk, at the sound of call centre bleep
I'm no free man, a paid slave
not even human to the management crew
just another victim of corporate greed
to be tossed aside as my child takes my seat
on this cruel roller coaster ride
CALLED LIFE
comp entered 12/09
Vengeance
Life. A precious gift
breathed into the body of man by God,
the Father of all creation.
Life. The perfect gift,
Taken by the hand of a sinful man.
Five bullets to the head
a mother of four dead.
Baby boy lying near her bosom
when home sweet home
became a war zone.
Motherless children
devastation is their reality.
Mother's shed blood
drapes baby’s body,
like a scarlet overcoat…
Malefactor’s sinful heart continues to beat
pumping putrid blood into icy veins.
Minion of the devil,
violator of all that's right
How do you sleep at night?
You sit in court with your head hung low.
ruthless villain, surely you are not ashamed.
Remorse knows not your name.
Apologetic vomit spewed out the holder of lies
situated on your aggravated face.
Life. Snuffed out by your hand
like a candle struck by a mighty wind.
36 years to life, the sentence you must serve...
Step right up vengeance,
your room awaits
Let me tell you straight-up that I been in too many relationships where the sex was
not about fulfillment, therefore, I do not want to deal with the stressors.
You see I need a certain man to take me as I am even when I am in my mood swings.
The frustrated points, the agony in wanting, and the denial of desires unfulfilled is
nothing more than incompatibility.
I do not like being under pressure.
My mind, my body, my soul are not interweaved.
These are three different aspects my man must perceive to conceive.
I do not need a war zone in that this occurs when you lie about who you are.
A domestic violator from herein is palpable.
You see I want to be a whole person.
Do not meddle my mind.
Do not deny my body the enjoyment it desires.
Do not play in that we are of the same vibes.
I just want a lover that realizes that I am his to cultivate.
He is there to soul mate.
Insofar as we may part eventually, he will be forever a part of me.
Please understand.
I merely intend for love and happiness to win.
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Penned February 25, 2015!
Look at me stupid thing
I have some issues
No, listen here you silence violator
Don't dare give me that look
Okay, cruel creature
Do I have to stitch to you new ears?
Are you dumbfounded by speech?
Look, come on,
That’s it
Stop it
You know what
With your eyes and that ridiculous head tilt
I hate you!
You wake me
And beg and drool
And cry like a demon
At small scratches
I should just strap you to the bed
And let some priest purify you
I feel nothing for you and your tears
So I'd like you to go
Stop your shaking
This is the result
Don’t you get it?
You're at fault
Look pretty thing
I’m sorry
I get it now
You wind up doll
You crummy noise maker
I get it
Come on, now
You’re tasting the sea
I'll wrap you back up
And won't dare sigh
No, I won’t
When you start your chant again
Oh goodness, stupid thing
Would you just listen to me?
If ye continueth to trespass upon my land,
Me thinks it is time to take a stand.
Ye rogues and knaves are forever banned
from unwarranted encroachment upon my land.
Thou shalt yield to my demand.
Thou shalt wind up like Spam that is canned.
For every violator that is a trespasser and creep,
I shall take my sword and plunge it deep.
There are two alternatives thou can take.
Thou can have thine head cut off or be burned at the stake.
Burned at the stake is preferred at the first crop?
A hot stake is better than a cold chop.
writ
The ocean cringed
Its body being violated
Over and over again
Nobody stopped it, only watched
With eyes filled with a disgusting lust
The ocean closed her eyes
And endured the pain
It was necessary
In trade, she'll go back to paradise
Every day, looking at her sky
The sky with curious brown eyes
And wonderful blonde hair
One violator fills her with trash
The next extinguishes a cigarette
On her already bruised body
But she endures it
Knowing better days are coming
What future
Enter rapture bleed into her seams
Mercy less the broken screams dress the beds of dying dreams
Art upon gallery halls serve to camouflage cracked facade walls
Violator blood red rose thorn the fibre of one’s clothes
Ensnared betwixt web and flow the painting
Doth it’s tell show
Haunting fear within their eyes
Echoed by the masses cries
Knowing come this day end
Answer must !
What future ? ?
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